Chamomile

Chamomile
3.7.09

I lie to rest in fields of chamomile.
There’s repose in calendula, and hyssop.
We are all together cleansed and purified.
As the curtains of Solomon we stand in gladness of heart.

If it were not for the Sun and the Rain,
Lilies would toil and spin.
But He will keep us in perfect peace
Whose mind is stayed on Him.

Stay our hearts, O Christ, on You.
Fix our eyes above.
“Ignite our affections like incense,” we cry
“and may its smoke ascend up as love.”